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MY MOTHER

In my dream

I call an angel

In my scream

I need an angel

I need my cream

I call an angel

I’m going to the stream

I still need that angel

My mother!

 

When I’m sick

I need an angel

I need to eat

I call an angel

I need to dress

I call that angel

I’m in a grave trouble

I still need that angel

My mother!

 

It’s a pity I don’t appreciate her much

It’s a pity I make her cry much

It’s a pity she doesn’t need much

But I cannot make her happiness cut.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecila © 2014.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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